Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Altered Plans

April-foolish trick
Snow last night a fairyland
Turned to ice today

Sidewalk crackling sounds
Signal walk at your own risk
Wise to wait for spring


Words With Wings

Poem with profound thoughts
That once graced this blog-world page
Vanished without trace.

A single keystroke
Launched by tech-world enemy
Exploded my post.

April Fool’s on me.